Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 08:12:24 -0800 (PST) From: "( )" <siktici@sbcglobal.net> Subject: Boy's Fantasy, Part Three: The Lesson This is a work of gay erotic fiction from the author's deviant mind. It takes place in the days of "yore", when fluids could be passed with nothing more dangerous resulting than an annoying visit to the doctor's. Despite what my characters are doing, in the real world safe-sex rules still apply. Any coincidences are exactly that. If you are offended by such work, if you are a minor, or if it is illegal to view such work in your area, please use your back button to leave this page. Siktici Copyright 2003: PART THREE: THE LESSON I stared at the last sentence. The actions and consequences froze in my chest. Seconds suddenly became hours, and anxiety liquefied on my brow. I loved and needed Big Daddy, but did I want to do this? Did I really want to be a boy on all levels? Did I want to please him without question? And, essentially, did I want to hand over total control? I didn't really know. Because he had gone through his share of pretenders, Big Daddy was calling my bluff. I looked at myself in the mirror over the dresser. My inner self had answered my questions. I had donned everything except the last item, the blindfold, which I tied tightly over my eyes. Although I had been fighting through the bramble of doubting thoughts, down deep where lies died, I knew I was going to stay. So now there was nothing left to do but wait. I sat in a glossy wooden chair and listened to distant country noise, clean noise, interspersed with silence. Seconds had turned back to minutes that were quickly collecting to an hour, and still Big Daddy hadn't returned. The lulling silence drugged me into dozing until I felt something graze my lips. I reached for the blindfold but my hand was pushed away. "Did you read the note?" "Yes," I said forgetting my place even in role-play. "End your responses to me with `sir'." "Yesss . . . sirrr, I said, the lyrical arrogance forming my defiance. "No bullshit, boy!" The words thudded my chest and pressed inward. My arrogance vanished. "Now what have you decided?" "To stay . . . Sir." A few minutes passed. I heard movement but sensed nothing. I heard his shallow breathing before he said, "Then we'll get started." He placed my hand on his hard cock, which felt pumped and bloated, the uncut foreskin slightly stretched by a large ring piercing the slit, a new addition. Maybe he didn't think I was ready for the heavy-duty jewelry before. He led my hand down his massive cylinder. His texture, my sensations, made any description of the shear pleasure at holding his weighty cock in my hand clumsily sophomoric. I simply tingled at touching him anywhere. An arch of masculinity in leather, he straddled my chair, his puffed hose leveled with my lips. I warmed in his lusty heat and waited in the darkness of my blind eyes with a hard cock and a beating heart. I smelled his approach before he actually did it. The smell of cock oozing precum has a distinct odor, an odor not easily described; and, perhaps, each man had his own aroma. Big Daddy's scent conjured in my mind rams, slamming themselves senseless to show their prowess, to win the pleasure to breed. I thought of breeding dogs, dogs sniffing and searching, dogs hunching their pelvises at the object of their lust, a source never seen but searched for, one never held onto but coveted. That's what I smelled in Big Daddy's scent. From his delectable smell, I immediately became one of Pavlov's dogs. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, but received nothing for my eagerness. Big Daddy only brushed my drying lips with his heavy rod. I licked my lips, sucked my tongue, and swallowed hard. I wanted his cock. I needed it. God, he's good. "Put your hand on my shoulder and don't removed it until I say so," Big Daddy commanded. I nodded. I was confused, stunned, and more than disappointed by not having his heavy manhood in my mouth. However, I waited with a mixture fear and excitement. "Move only when I do and ask no questions." There was short silence, followed by, "Do you understand, boy?" I nodded. "No, answer me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Big Daddy," I answered. My tone formed a question that went ignored. "You know what? I'll just take care of that right now," he said as if I knew what he meant, as if I had planned the whole thing. I only stared into darkness, accepting everything that was happening. But of course, that's what I really wanted, that's why I followed his instructions. Yet, far in the back of the voice of lust, another voice of reason and uncertainty was desperately trying to get my attention, and when it had finally succeeded, Big Daddy trapped it in my throat with the gag pushed roughly in my mouth. He returned my hand to his shoulder (actually, it was his shoulder blade, as I was too short to reach his hairy shoulder). We moved along the pine boards of the bedroom into the hall where the light dimmed to shade. But I knew we had moved into the living and dining room, because I brushed a hat rack standing in a corner. I had noticed the position of the rack when we came in. As he led me through the dining room, I bumped the dinning room chairs and stumbled over the threshold leading to the kitchen. "Okay, wait," Big Daddy said. I heard the backdoor open and the screen unlatch. "Two steps forward . . . now one down . . . okay, the other foot . . . one down . . . one down . . . stay there." The wooden door closed with a rattle of its pane, and the screen door whined to a silent stop. I stood on the bottom step, hands to my side, and listened to the silence. It never occurred to me that silence was a sound, an absence of noise. My wonderings blocked the fear. Fear was the last emotion I thought I'd be experiencing with Big Daddy. I felt Big Daddy bring my cuff hands together and heard the snap of metal claps, followed by more metal interlocking. "Just walk slow," Big Daddy said, "Straight ahead." "Where are we go^×" SMACK! My skin stung in places, and my body tensed as if frozen. "I told you not to speak," Big Daddy said but not in his usual daddy's-warning-you sort of way. The words squeaked between his clenched teeth, "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I said with little authority, while my body was deserted my resolve and began to tremble slightly. We moved on to what I figured was the barn from the rocks pushed aside by my feet. The redness cast by the sun against my lids slowly dimmed as we walked into the cavernous barn. Our movements echoed along the corrugated tin and back along my tingling skin. Big Daddy was silent, saved for the breathing caused by raising my shacked hands to what felt like a very large hook. The hook's height brought my to rest on the balls of my feet, and I could feel a slight tightness at my shoulder joints. Big Daddy knew I liked the feeling. As Big Daddy busied himself with the work, I searched for clues. "Hot fun in the summertime, Big Da^×" Big Daddy answered by tearing my tee from my body. Again, I could hear, and even feel, his breath of labor as he unbuckled my jeans and jerked them down over my boots. Now I didn't have the use of my legs: I was trapped. But somewhere beyond the tentative fear, and beyond the uncertain of Big Daddy's plans, I felt excitement. And it showed as soon as Big Daddy jerked down my jeans and freed my stiff cock, now leaking out its anticipation. THWACK! Stung my flesh. At first my mind didn't register what had just happened. THWACK! But my body did. THWACK! It started as mild stinging. THWACK! Then the feeling moved to pushpin stinging. THWACK! Warmth replaced fear. THWACK! Burning replaced warmth. THWACK! And searing replaced burning. THWACK! And searing was replaced by^× THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Purpose. THWACK! THWACK! To love. THWACK! THWACK! To understand my place. THWACK! THWACK! To cherish. THWACK! THWACK! The need to serve. THWACK! To Serve my Big Daddy. THWACK! To love my Big Daddy. THWACK! To please my Big Daddy. THWACK! And obey. THWACK! Serve. THWACK! Love. THWACK! Big Daddy. THWACK! Obey. THWACK! Serve. THWACK! Love. THWACK! Big Daddy. THWACK! Obey. THWACK! Big Daddy. THWACK! Serve. THWACK! Obey! THWACK! Obey! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "OBEY!" I yelled out the mantra in my head and pain in my burning asscheeks. I yell out the pain as pain turned to pleasure, and pain pulled the knowledge of man-boy, boy-man, the knowledge of how to^Å "OBEY! I WILL OBEY! BIG DADDY! I WILL OBEY! BIG^× " THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "That's it, boy!" THWACK! "What are you gonna do?" THWACK! "OBEY, BIG DADDY! OBEY!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "You need to understand your Big Daddy!" THWACK! "Will you understand Big Daddy?" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "YES, SIR!" THWACK! "What will you do?" THWACK! THWACK! "UNDERSTAND^ÅMY^ÅBIG DADDY!" THWACK! THWACK! "Good boy, and will you obey your Big Daddy?" THWACK! THWACK! "YES!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Yes what, boy!" THWACK! "YES, SIR, BIG DADDY!" THWACK! "I WILL OBEY" THWACK! "OBEY!" THWACK! THWACK!! "Yes, boy, you will remember this day and learn!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "SERVE!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "LOVE!" THWACK! THWACK! "DADDY!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! And suddenly he stopped.